Post by -иoxx on Oct 6, 2009 16:20:18 GMT -5
Name: Alicia Noxx
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi-sexual
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: Cheetah
Appearance:
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi-sexual
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: Cheetah
Appearance:
human:Personality:
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Standing at 5'6" the height is normal. Weight at 121 pounds, barley hitting underweight. Most of the weight muscle alone, int he abdomen area. Soft blond hair that stretches down to shoulder blades, very choppy at the bottom, and layered all the way though. Normally parted to the right side, strait and smooth. Falling over the left eyes, obscuring the orb most of the time. Yet, the eyes by itself are an amazing thing. Sparkling blue, like ice on the most bitter of days. An explosion of cyan and royal with streaks of white and the pupil of black. Skin is fair, though it doesn't see much sun.
As for jewelry, her lip is pierced with a sterling silver balled ring, as is her ear in three different places. One stud up in her cartalidge, the other two diamonds on the bottom. This is fair for both sides of her head. Almost always, is several necklaces across her neck, most of them silver never moving from the constant color. Balls and beads, studs and jems, only a simple necklace with a cheetah bangle at the end breaks the consistency. Belly button is pierced with a fake sapphire jem.
Clothing is always the general style, a V-cut band or graphic tee, then blue jeans either ending skinny, or flaring out from the knee. Shoes, well... black and blue skater shoes. Slipping off easily, not suited for running.
Though not strong, this female has learned to fight. It's not all about strength but rather speed and technique. For what takes up in speed, slashes on her stamina. Quick with fists and legs, once pinned isn't in much of a position to fight back. Though a barley visible 6 pack keeps her stomach flat, and her genetically skinny body fit.
shifted:
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Long and lean, how all cheetahs are made. With a tradition spotted pelt instead of the unusual marble one. A base light golden cream. Running lighter under the underbelly. Claws of a cream are always sharp and ready for action. Long legs provide speed unmatched to any other animal, though for what she has in speed, it taken from stamina.
Preferring to go by her Surname, Noxx is rather quiet, keeps to herself, yet one tough cookie. Just because she's a female and you decide to go poking for a fight, she'll have her fist in your face before you can even utter a single word. Though tough physically, she's emotionally unstable. Though she appears to have thick skin, she does, some things can really tear her apart. Self-harming is common as well as smoking cigarettes and doing heroin.History:
Though she's not addicted, she does this because it helps her emotionally. Sending her off to some fantasy where mental recovery is possible, and when the drug wears off, sanity is restored. It's an unhealthy way to cope, though what more does this single individual know? Nothing. When the lights go out, the bad things creep underneath the door crack, itching to get at her. To induce their death grip upon her. It may be hell, but it's the way Noxx's mind works.
Mother and Father. Father and Mother. Well... mother wasn't much of a mother, and father left before birth. But the childhood was more of slave work than actually learning to grow up. School came here and there, but it wasn't really all that important. Street sense was what came naturally. At age 14, Noxx ran away planning never to go back. Partially of fear, partially to escape her prison.Sample:
in her shape shifter form, traveled across the plains of the west, long cheetah legs taking her farther than any pitiful human legs could. Settling in towns, using her beauty to earn a pitiful profit at stripper bars, though never going as low as to become a prostitute. At 18, finally got a steady job though as the economy suffered, was let go. Traveling a bit more, found Shelpey and joined Assassins trying to gain some dominance. A place where she belonged, at least, physically.
Rain poured down upon the ground, splashing the pavement and all of those who got int he way. Pitter patter turned into a drumroll of beads, as liquid drop after liquid drop pelted the ground. Many took shelter, as a lone figure prowled the edge of the street, shoes sopping wet as puddles washed into her shoes. Miracle by far that no sickness had hit her body, probably because of her abnormality.Other:
Blond hair drenched to a dirty color, flat against the skull, moving like a phantom towards the ghetto part of town. Wrists red, though the skin not broken, looking like a robe burn. Another mental breakdown? Probably, though there was always that slight chance that there was a run-in with one of the Thieves. Highly unlikely though.
Keys clattered as one was inserted into a dingy apartment door. Swinging inward, Noxx filed inside, coating the carpet with water immediately as the door clicked shut. Started up the stairs, past the flickering light bulbs all the way to story four. Where her unlocked apartment lay. Shuffling inside, turned on the lights and looked around. Despite the cold that was to the skin, it was warm inside this small room. Living room and kitchen combined, with something like an overlarge dog bed next to the heater.
Walking past a coffee table with a cigarette ash tray upon it, and some empty heroin bags, turned the heater onto low. A sudden tingling sensation filling body, as form shifted from human to cheetah. The large cat curled upon upon the soft bed, and felt the warmth spread from claws to ear. Sleep would be a few hours, nothing more. An inner sense of security, acting like a house pet. Though there was more than that, an internal battle set to rest. For the time being.
To sum it up, Noxx is a Heroin Addict, A Smoking Addice, A Self-Harmer, and Emotionally Unstable.